Just a shell

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

just a shell

It’s just a shell.
Small but perfect,
Picked up on the beach that day.
Its sits beside the little stone you found,
Children hand in hand
Along a winter shore.

It’s just a shell.
Nothing very special
There were hundreds of them
Washed up on the beach that way
Strewn across the sand
When the tide came.

It’s just a shell
A hollow thing
And empty, just a memory
Of a gifted day
Beside the waves.

I have it still.
It’s just a shell.
It sits within my hand
And I hear laughter
Dancing in the windswept dunes
And smile through tears
And face the day…
Just a shell.

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